Gerald Summers: The Mouth Merchants

"I suppose he saw me eyeing the TV-there was a show on I really wanted to see. This singer, new. And I wanted to see what color eyes he had. You can't tell on black-and-white.

"Jerry grinned. 'And you can watch TV, if you keep it low. I'll be reading.' Which was fine by me. I went to the fridge and got a coke and settled down to watch TV.

"I guess, being alone so much when I watch TV, I settle a little careless, with my legs draped over a chair arm and sort of snuggled in. Jerry had some nice deep chairs for that. And I hadn't been expecting to see him, except as he whisked out the door, so I was dressed for comfort, in my oldest and shortest miniskirt and some very scanty panties.

"I realized it pretty quick when I felt him looking at my legs, and right up 'em, to those scanty panties. You can, you know. Feel somebody looking at you. And tell, maybe, even which part of you, without seeing their eyes. When I looked up Jerry shifted in his chair and looked down quick at his book. But I knew he had been looking at me. And seeing pretty much the whole show.

"Having a grown man look, with me knowing he had looked, made me warm inside. Little quick flashes. I liked it. So I shifted just a little in the chair, so he could have a better view. And if he didn't like the view, he didn't have to look. But he did.

"I caught him at it, and he flushed. He even gulped. 'Young lady, you are flaunting yourself, which is dangerous for you with a man in my position.'

"I grinned at him. 'You could change your position-closer.' And wiggled my rump, as if I was settling deeper in the chair, not really expecting anything. Jerry is cute and all that, but I always thought of him as kind of shy. Nice but shy. Like an older brother, maybe.

"Only he wasn't. He got up and stalked across the room, slow and menacing, looking real tough, as he might have when he was fighting in Vietnam. He caught my legs and lifted 'em.

"And gave me a sound spank on my bottom.

"It hurt. That wasn't any gentle love-tap. It really stung, because there wasn't much to my scanty panties. He dropped my legs and started back across the room. 'Gather up your things and go home.'

"The sting on my bottom brought tears to my eyes and the order to go home made me sniffle. I must have sounded pathetic because he turned back, seeing me cry. He came back to pat my shoulder. 'I'm sorry, kid. I shouldn't have done that. But I get gawddam tired of having dames flaunt their little twats at me, as if it was the most precious item on earth-with a price tag: 'Marriage.' He smoothed his hand over my shoulder. 'Just because I haven't got a wife, every female thinks she can give me-what? Comfort? Somebody to sleep with? A good cook? Most of 'em are lousy cooks. And not much better in bed. Stop that sniffling!'

"He bent down to lift me up and set me in the chair the right way around but I hung on to his neck and buried my nose in his shoulder. Not just because I was losing my best-paying babysitting job but because he had sounded so pathetic and sort of hopeless.

"He patted my shoulder and held on to my rump, saying, 'There, there, Ellie.' And I really bawled. So the first thing I knew, we were both sitting in the chair, me in his lap and he was sort of rocking me and murmuring soothing things. The way be was holding me mashed one of my titties against his chest. And he still had a hand under my rump.

"Things were getting really interesting inside me. The hot flashes were coming faster, especially when I wriggled down so his hand on my rump could get a real feel. And did. His fingers started working, sort of creeping up on my cunt. His hand on my shoulder dropped down a little and slid under my arm and right on to my tit.

"He kept talking, a sort of angry monologue against 'dames.' 'They think they know sex. They don't know a tenth of it. And especially not how I like mine. I've seen so much of it, in Vietnam and here-just lay out flat and get reamed. And when I tell 'em how I'm fed up with that, and how I like my sex, they get their precious little twats right out.'

"I was getting pretty warm and excited, feeling him touch me and I wanted him to keep it up. 'Why? How do you like your sex?'

"He sighed, not really talking to me. Just-bitter. 'Oral. Sucking and being sucked. But I haven't found a one who really… '

"I sat up a little, looking up at him. 'But that's how I like mine.' A lot I knew, based on one experience!

"He glanced down at me, as if he realized for the first time how intimately we were sitting. 'You? You're a kid. What could you know about sex, any kind of sex?'

"I tried to sit up, indignant, but his hand was cupped around my tit. 'I know about sucking! And I like it. Try me!'

"He shivered a little. 'It can't be! It simply can't be! Not a sweet little kid like you. You don't know what you're talking about.' And he started to get up.

"I swung myself around so both tits plastered against his chest and my little rump wriggled provocatively. 'I do know. And I like it. You don't get a baby that way, but you have just as much fun. So-try me.'

"My blouse had pulled out of my miniskirt, and his hand was on my bare skin, feeling hot. I moved back, away from his chest and undid my blouse, so both titties were out, with nipples standing stiff. 'Suck on those first and see if you like it. I will.'

"Very slowly he lowered his head, his eyes watching mine as long as he could. Then his mouth fastened on a tit and his tongue went twirling around the nipple. I arched up, pushing my tit practically down his throat and moaning, it felt so good. Plus, his hand really went to work on my cunt, teasing my clitoris and opening the lips with his fingers.

"The next thing I knew, he was picking me up and carrying me to the big day bed sort of couch, with a bolster back. He set me down very gently, with my cunt almost up against the bolster and my head hanging over the edge. He knelt down by my head, leaning over to kiss my tits while his hands played with my cunt until I was moaning and shaking with want. I let my legs fall open, draping over the bolster, in a big V, so he could get to it easier.

"By that time I was naked. I don't even remember exactly when it happened or which of us did it. Not that it mattered. What did matter was that I was naked and Jerry could see and touch and feel every part of me. He could feel every inch of me, and played on me as if I were an organ, until I was ready to scream at him to start in sucking, so I could get some release. That big release.

"He really worked on me, running his fingers and his tongue all over me, working his head slowly down to my cunt. I was so tense-wonderfully tense and excited that I didn't really notice he had shed his pants and underpants. But there was this great big dong, hanging right over my face, a drop of oily juice dangling from it. He looked down my front, between us. 'Take it in your mouth, Ellie. Please do it now.'

"Then I realized what he had meant, sucking and being sucked. He wanted me to suck on his dong! That big thing! It looked big enough to choke a horse! But I had started this and I was getting a lot of mileage out of his mouth on my cunt. So I reached for it, feeling it quiver in my hand.

"I touched my tongue to the tip and felt that drop slide down my tongue. I tasted it! Sharp and acrid, but good.

"I raised my head and closed my lips around it. With that he leaned down on me, driving my head back and sending his prick deep in my throat. And all the time his tongue and lips were working on my cunt until I thought something would burst.

"He started moving his hips up and down, pumping his dick into my mouth, gradually picking up speed, while he sucked so deep on my cunt I thought he'd pull my eyeballs in.

"Suddenly he moaned and gave my cunt a really deep suck and at the same time slammed his prick so far down my throat it seemed he could lick it at his end. I felt it, that big bulb, as it went past my throat muscles, leaving me trying to gasp for breath. By then he was working it in and out until suddenly he let go. A big pulse swelled his dong, and stuff exploded in my throat, hot, salty stuff. And I pumped stuff at him. I could feel it flooding my stomach and down my cunt.